P/N: Dedicated to Nirbhaya
For all those who don't know Nirbhaya, its the nickname given to the girl was gang raped in Delhi in December 2012. Unfortunately she passed away on the 28th of DEC.
RIP braveheart.. you need justice...
The Losing Battle
Her eyes grew red and teary, her hands a bloody mess
Her lips split, her cheeks stained, and she was in a ripped dress.
Her innocence was captured, so was her smile
Her beautiful brown eyes, hidden in his vile.
She made one mistake, one just one.
She boarded the bus of a motherless son.
She made one mistake, one just one.
And now her life as she knew it was gone
Her honour and dignity, her prized possessions
Her femininity and her Valour, all, stolen
She cried repeatedly, begging him to stop
But all fell on deaf ears
It left her scarred, a fountain of tears
She fought for her will, her life in her hands
But stood between her legs was the motherless man
She sobbed and she begged
She screamed and she pleaded
But all that remained in his eyes was lust
He aimed to test the thought that came first
This woman, this girl; was meant for his pleasing
This woman, this girl; was for his every bidding
She punched and hit, but nothing could she do
This very thought the beast really knew
She stared her innocence, her pleading eyes at his face
But all the soul-less man did was increase his pace
Whatever sanctity and security she had
Was torn and ripped by a man so bad
She knew her trust in everything was stolen
The ironical relationship of brother was broken
Yet she fought and she fought, forcing herself to win
And he forced her back down, doing things against her will
She had been an independent woman, independent was she
And now she was his toy, nothing else, wasn't she?
The humiliation of being stripped, no one can understand her pain
The force against her will, no one can understand her pain
The rape she endured, no one can understand her pain
The life she had worked for, gone, No one can understand her pain
Yet she fought and she fought, the losing battle of faith
The king of death at her door, ready to take
But when the doctors asked her what she wanted from them still,
Nirbhaya answered them, "I want to live".
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The Losing Battle
PoetryA very emotional poem about a true story that happened to a girl in India. It is heartbreaking that the girl had to go through so much pain, for my country to wake up and understand that women have a different place in society. On behalf of my coun...
